|Posted on July 21, 2011 at 10:04 AM||comments (0)|
Waiting in Essex - Newest Release from Nevea Lane -
Paxton Wainwright never planned oncoming home to Essex, Connecticut, especially after fifteen years of being freeof the title of the ‘mayor’s son’.The small town held nothing but dark memories and an unrequited need for onefemale, Delilah Gibbs. Imagine his surprise when he returned home to seenone other than Delilah in his father’s bedroom, acting as his physicaltherapist. Paxton still felt the same flash of need as he did allthose years ago. The question is, can he make Delilah feel it too?
As she flipped on the dim yellow overhead lamp in the garage, Delilah thought
about the infamous Paxton Wainwright. While she’d never had the pleasure of knowing
him as a friend in high school, their circle of friends being polar opposites, she'd heard
enough stories to know that Pax was destructive, brooding and moody. Opening the
back door to the same trusted 1980 Bentley T2 that her father drove, she climbed in,
pulling her legs up just as she’d done as a little girl. Thinking back to her high school
days, Delilah remembered Paxton as someone completely different from the battered
man she saw moments ago.
"I know I shouldn't even interfere," Delilah muttered, sighing, reaching across
the tan leather interior to pull the door closed. It didn't budge.
"Then why did you?" a dark, dangerous voice said from outside the vehicle.
Delilah gasped and pulled her hand back. Looking up, her eyes met the very
man her thoughts had conjured up. Paxton’s mysterious heather-gray eyes pinned her
into the butter-soft leather seats. She fixed her mouth into her professional grim scowl.
Tucking a stray tendril of hair behind her ear, Delilah cleared her throat.
"Because any child would want to know when their parent is hurt," Delilah said,
not letting her gaze falter from his.
"I'm not a child, miss." Delilah arched her meticulously plucked eyebrow. No,
but you sure are acting like one right now, she thought.
"I can see that you are a man, Mr. Wainwright." From the muscles bellowing to
rip apart that hunter green T-shirt he was wearing, Delilah could see he was, indeed, all
"I'm sorry, but can you come out of the car? I feel a little ridiculous talking to a
pair of legs."
"Why?" Delilah snapped. She didnt want to leave her comfort nest.
"Why are you talking to me, you should be in there with Ben," Delilah said.
“Maybe I wanted to say thank you. Maybe I wanted to see if you turned out to
be every bit of the brat I thought you were.”
|Posted on December 13, 2010 at 12:40 PM||comments (2)|
Topaz Aura Sinclair, aka DJ Bluefire, has been feeling a little lonely this holiday season—the first one she’s spending without her family. She’s even taken on extra gigs just to stay active during the season. At one of her assignments, she meets Sebastian Rosser, an ex-military officer turned caterer. Sparks fly immediately… But when one of Topaz’s gigs turns dangerous, will she and Sebastian find a way to keep their holiday bright?
Topaz laughed and looked at Sebastian. She finally took the moment to really study the man who was before her. He looked delicious and dark in his black slacks and turtleneck. His toned arms seemed about to split the shirt at the seams. The deep green of his eyes gave him a dangerous air and made Topaz shudder. Then she remembered the way he’d gotten her out of the brawling fiasco at the Den.
“What did you do before you became a chef, Sebastian?” He couldn’t possibly have been just a caterer all his life, not with those moves. “I was in the British Army. I enlisted young, and applied for my discharge about three years ago.” “I kinda figured you were military. You’re too sharp.” Sebastian lifted his eyebrow at her. She giggled and took another sip.
“What I mean is that you were cool under pressure. You didn’t seem to mind I was poking around in the kitchen when we met. Most caterers I know aren’t like that—they’re territorial.”
“Oh, I’m territorial, but not about food,” Sebastian countered, his tone serious. “I see. So what brings you to the States?” Topaz knew the hour was late, but she didn’t want to let him go just yet. It was better than being in her small apartment, lonely and cold. Christmas was merely a week away, and she didn’t want to think about spending it alone.
“Opportunity and a change of pace. Working with The Det, I spent most of my time in Northern Ireland, and London no longer seemed like home after my parents died, so the States seemed logical.” Topaz could relate to what Sebastian was feeling. She knew what it was like to feel out of place. “
"The ‘Det.’ What is that?” Topaz asked. “It’s a special recon unit. We’re plainclothes operatives, and that’s all I’m telling you,” Sebastian said, his lips playing around with the idea of a smile.
“Oh, it’s like that?” Topaz said, lifting her own eyebrow and staring at him. Sebastian gave a slight nod, and this time he actually did smile. Topaz gasped at the smile that transformed his face. It seemed to make the hard lines around his mouth disappear, and he looked so human. She felt a lump in her throat, and her words were lost. Sebastian Rosser was one fine man when he smiled.
* * *
Sebastian felt the sides of his face ache as he broke into a grin. He was sure he had smiled before he entered the military, but he’d never remembered it feeling so good. He was sure it was because of the company of one Topaz Sinclair. From his days in the military, Sebastian had used his contacts to dig up important information on Topaz.
Even with the little information he could find, he found that she soothed the restlessness he had been plagued with most of his life. He’d always been known as the one to take the first shot, the one to take the lead. With her, he didn’t want to jump in too fast, but he felt like he was on a roller coaster of emotions. “So tell me about you.”Sebastian said, knowing her soothing voice would calm the restlessness he was feeling again.
“What do you want to know?” Topaz asked, taking another sip of her coffee.
“Everything. Every last detail.” Sebastian didn’t mince words, but he didn’t think she would mind.
“Well, let’s see. I’m an only child. My mom and dad had me late in life, so they didn’t get the chance to have other children. They passed away earlier this year.” Sebastian nodded and again grabbed her hands. He was amazed at how small they seemed in his own. His thumbs circled over her palms, mindlessly tracing figure-eights on her warm skin. He looked at her long fingers, nails without polish, the simple silver thumb ring the only jewelry she wore.
She was simplicity personified, and he wanted to know everything about her. “I’m sorry. This time of year must be rough for you.” Sebastian gave his sympathy, but he couldn’t help but wonder if she would mind spending the holiday with him.
“Yeah, that’s why I took on so many extra gigs. I needed to be moving, doing something, anything.”
“So, what are your plans for the holiday then? More shows? Your calendar seemed pretty open.”
Topaz looked at him, and Sebastian could see the scrutiny. He braced himself for the question.
“Was tonight the only night you came looking for me, Sebastian?”
“No. I think I’ve been looking for you all my life.”
|Posted on August 31, 2010 at 4:20 PM||comments (0)|
Hi All, Sorry, I have been slowly working on a new idea and it has consumed all of my time. Well that and the lovely State Fair that always has my mouth-watering and the feet tapping.
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